she was born at home
good thing we had plans about that because I had contractions and wasn't sure if it was labor or not (both previous labors started with my water breaking and were short: 4-5 hours). But once my water broke, she was born in less than 30 minutes.
We'll have a naming cermony for her probably next weekend. We won't reveal the name until then!
I just received a text about 20 mins ago. She said contrax 4-6 mins apart and getting very painful. She is heading to the hospital very soon! I'll update as I get more info!
Sorry guys I have been quite busy today preparing for Thanksgiving but I recieved a text from Missy about 5:45 pm eastern time that stated Kamryn Faith has arrived!
6lbs. 3oz. 18 inches long with a head full of black hair! Missy also mentioned she is nursing like a champ! ...
Just a quick post...I was induced yeterday, but ended up with a c/s beause baby just wasn't descending. Anyhow, John Leeman DeWolf S, (the fifth) (Aka "Jack") arrived at 11 pm on 12/28/09. He's perfect! Weight was 7 lbs, 1 oz, and he is 22 inches long.
I'll post pics when I can, but he has curly blonde hair like mommy, and daddys nose!
Here's the brith story:
Originally Posted by annestacy
Okay...here's how it went down.
I went to my 39 week appointment on the day before Christmas eve...my bp was still high, and the midwife (Gail) wanted me to do ANOTHER 24 hour urine catch, and arrive at the hospital on Monday, 12/28 for ultrasound, bloodwork, and a NST. My blood pressure was high, and for the first time the protien in my urine was over the limits. She said that it looked like we were going to induce. I was fine with that. My doctors were away so another doctor was covering for them, and I was also fine with that, as some of my friends have the doctor who was covering.
They start the pitocin around 12:30 pm, and it took a while for me to feel much of anything. I did a combo of walking around, bouncing and rolling on the birthing ball, and staying in bed because inevitably my bp would run high. Around 3 pm (I think) I was around 5 cm. At 5, another midwife came in (Joanne). She checked and I was still at 5. Baby was not moving down at all. They were saying he was at -3. Around 6, my water was broken, and that's when the contractions got intense. I asked for something to help take the edge off-I got stadol through an IV. man...that stuff whacked me out. Made DH really worry about me too because I was talking nonsense. I was still in alot of pain, and asked for an epidural around 7:30-that was a relief. But by 9:30, they checked and I was at 7, but baby was still not engaging. Doctor came in and we talked about a c-section. Jack and I discussed and decided to go for it. So...there was chaos for a bit, I don't really remember much except telling Jack he looked good in scrubs, that they made me drink something really sweet on the way to the OR, that I fell asleep on the way to the OR, and that Doctor Temple saw my mole right in the way of where he wanted to cut and goes "oh, you have a mole, we're gonna have to cut a little higher". I got the spinal, things kicked in, and at 11 p.m. Baby Jack was born. He weighed 7 lbs. 1 oz., and was 21.7 inches long. I am only 5 ft 2in at the most!!!! Turns out he really wasn't ever engaged, and probably wouldn't have fit down through my pelvis. He was balled up with his butt wedged under my ribs.
I left the hospital on New Year's Eve, and we've been home ever since. He's a gorgeous baby-blonde hair, blue eyes, and an adorable smile (when he's trying to poop or fart, of course!)
Unfortunately, I caught a cold in the hospital and passed it onto my sweet baby. I hope he gets over it soon.
I will post some pics soon. I need to catch a quick nap before he wakes up again.
Oh, here is my definition of a baby: an adorable creature that steals your sleep, your time, and your heart.
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Thank you thank you! Thoughts and prayers definitely received and appreciated.
I phoned the hospital from 6:30am on Monday morning and then all day as they were so busy they didn't have a bed until the evening! At 7:30pm we finally went in and they started my a/b's at 10pm and again at 2pm, gave me an epi which ran out after making me pass out (!), broke my waters at 3:30am but after nothing happening at 6:30am they started me on a drip, come 7:30am i was fully dilated and at 8:11 am Eleanor Joy was born. She is beautiful and we are home. So different to having had DS as he was so sick - almost can't believe we are back at home with a 3 day old and adjusting to life as a 4 person family. It is great.
Thanks so much for thinking of me - means a lot and Happy new Year xx
Apologies for the continued anonymity. I appreciate the photos and personal information everyone has provided but unfortunately I have had privacy issues in the past so I am more comfortable participating in this board if I don't reveal any personally identifiable information. I hope everyone can understand.
So we had quite a ride with our birth. My husband and I attended Bradley classes and felt strongly about having a natural birth without any inductions. Littlepickle was overdue so I was happy when on the morning of the 28th i felt some contractions. Knowing that labor can last for a looong time I decided to go back to bed and sleep. Later in the afternoon they picked up so I called my doula for some reassurance. I was bleeding and it was apparently my cervix dilating and effacing so all was well. Late into the evening my contractions remained about 4-5 minutes apart and lasted about 45 seconds. It was all pretty manageable. My husband just counted off the time, talked to me while I hung out in the bath and brought me things to eat and drink so I could keep my strength up. Around midnight my water broke and since I had been bleeding it was tough to tell if the fluid was clear. It was odorless but I started to get concerned about it all so we decided to call my doula over to the house to stay with us.
Once she got to the house she said we should head in to the hospital. And apparently we weren't counting our contractions right and they were actually longer than I thought. My mistake was that I was only telling my husband when the real pain hit and not when it faded in and out. So actually my contractions were about a minute or longer and somewhat closer together. From what I hear that is a rookie mistake. My husband and I kept waiting for the pain to get worse or for my mood to shift like the books all say ... but it never happened. We kinda missed transition. My total nudity and lack of modesty should have been my first clue ... but it was just my husband and I so I didn't realize it until the doula got there and I didn't care to cover up. Oh well, hindsight is 20/20.
So we get to the hospital in the middle of the night. Everything was quiet and they let me walk up to the delivery room and then walk around the room to have my contractions. I wasn't quite ready for my initial exam so I stalled the docs by chit chatting and answering some of their intake questions. Then I had this urge to poop. Now, I know that is a clear indication that a baby is coming I still didn't believe we were there yet because I thought I was still in early labor because the pain was pretty manageable. Don't get me wrong it hurt and I was uncomfortable but I was by no means crawling the walls in agony. So after I said poop the doc told me to lay down and that if there was poop then that was part of her job. I laughed, laid down, and then I felt something emerge. It wasn't big but I told them I felt something. My doula and doc looked pretty shocked and said it was a foot. I was fully dilated now a foot. Damn.
So they hit the panic button ... tons of people whooshed in. Before i knew it my husband was suiting up, they were poking me with needles, they popped the foot back up there (ouch) and were dangling consent forms over my head. Cesarean time. I was pissed but knew that while a footling breech isn't impossible to deliver vaginally I knew my doc would never risk it. Since I've never delivered we couldn't be sure my pelvis would be extra wide enough to get her out that way. If she had been frank breech (butt first) then he would have attempted it but with a foot presenting it was just too much. She could get caught. So off we went to the operating room.
She came out in under 10 minutes. I asked they not tie my hands down and not dangle her over the curtain when done. (I hated that part of the birth videos.) She went straight to the warmer and unfortunately had to be deep suctioned and rubbed pretty vigorously but after that she pinked right up and began sucking on my husband's finger. It took them about 20 more minutes to sew me up and then they took me into recovery. My husband stayed with her and talked to her during that time. My stupid doctor decided to play name that organ (teaching hospital) and i told him to pipe down. It was pretty insensitive considering i was totally awake and could hear them. After the surgery I had some nasty shakes for about an hour. Everything from the waist up just chattered uncontrollably, including my jaw, shoulders and arms. They asked me if i wanted any medication for it and luckily my husband asked what kind it was first. They said Demerol and I said no thanks. That stuff is evil in my opinion and I'd rather have something taken off with a chainsaw before suffering the hallucinations and crap from those drugs. So I toughed it out by watching the clock and telling myself it would end soon. During my shakes my doula and husband put littlepickle on my chest and got her to breastfeed from both nipples. That was interesting since I was so jittery but they did great and little pickle nursed like crazy. Her exposure to drugs were pretty minimal since I labored without anything until they began the Cesarean. After that I refused all pain meds except Motrin.
I know I'm boasting but I am really proud of myself for managing the pain so well. I feared pain the most during my pregnancy and didn't think I would be able to labor without meds. I coped with the contractions by telling myself that I was bigger than my fear and by singing. I kept imagining my cervix getting wider and thinner and that each contraction brought me closer to having her. It was pretty amazing. In hindsight I do think about how risky it was to have a footling breech baby and not know about it and labor so long at home ... but luckily everything turned out just fine.
I hate my scar, though. And I hate the continued pain of recovering from a Cesarean. I haven't been as active with littlepickle but my husband is amazing in getting her calm. Even though I've been moving around more it still feels like someone sewed a pinecone into my belly. I didn't read too much about Cesarean births but no one ever mentioned the gas or pain when going to the bathroom. I asked my doc about it, thinking it was some sort of bladder infection and he said it was normal ... that it would pass. I spent 5 days in the hospital, and although I hated the constant intrusion of the nurses I stayed there just for that adjustable bed and the endless supply of clean sheets after releasing buckets and buckets of sweat. It hasn't been two weeks yet but I'm wondering when the sweating will stop and when it will stop hurting when I don't wear that abdominal support belt. I have two but I am tired of washing one out everyday.
So I'm probably one of the last birth stories but I thought I'd share. From what I hear a footling breech is pretty rare. She was head down during my 40 week visit and the pediatrician said her head indicated it was in my pelvis ... but for some reason she turned, very very late ... possibly during labor. I keep wondering what did it but I guess we will never know. Everyone seemed pretty stumped on that one.
I wrote this letter/birth story to Kamryn on December 25...one month from the day she was born. It's going in her baby book. So sorry it's taken me so long to post it, and sorry I've been MIA....I'll explain in another post.
To my precious daughter, Kamryn…
One month ago today, I experienced the most wonderful day of my life...it was the day that God blessed me with you, my beautiful baby girl! I can remember every event like it was just yesterday!
A week before you arrived (Monday, November 16), I went to the doctor for a check-up, and she told me that I was 3cm dialated and my bag of water was bulging. She told me that I could stop working, and I went home expecting to go into labor at any moment. Daddy and I were very busy that evening doing last-minute things…getting your room ready, putting away gifts from your shower, and getting the hospital bags ready. The next day, I went to the fire station and got your car seat installed. I was sure you were coming soon! However, you had other plans and did not come that week.
The following Monday, November 23, I went back to the doctor. She told me that I was now 4cm dialated, and my bag of water was about to break! This time, I didn’t get too excited…I tried to stay calm and just let things happen on their own. The doctor said that if you didn’t come by the next week (December 1), she was going to induce me since my body was ready for labor. The next day, I felt little pains all day long, and I spent the day bouncing on a “birth ball.” This was supposed to help you come down a little and maybe help contractions to start. I never really felt much until later that afternoon when the little pains started coming more frequently. I knew that these were labor pains, but I didn’t want to call the doctor because the ladies at work were having a baby shower for us that evening and I didn’t want to miss it! So, Daddy came home from work, and we decided to go ahead and drive to Hammond for the baby shower.
My boss and all of my work friends were surprised that I came since labor had begun! But, I was handling it well…when I had the contractions, I would hold up one finger to signal to my friends to “hold on a second”…then I’d close my eyes, take a breath, and the contraction would be over. No big deal! The contractions were getting more intense though, and my boss insisted that we hurry and open the gifts and get to the hospital! But, I didn’t want to go to the hospital just yet. I wanted Daddy to take me to Burger King instead! I ordered a double cheeseburger, fries with ranch sauce, and a Diet Coke. I ate as we drove home, and when we got home I took a shower and got my things together because I knew you were coming soon. Daddy called Momo and Papa, and I called Grammy and Papaw and let them know what was happening, then we watched some TV and went to sleep!
At 2am, I woke up to use the bathroom. When I got ready to lay back down, I noticed that I was starting to feel “menstrual cramps.” I knew that wasn’t what they were, but that’s what they felt like! I laid down and went back to sleep. An hour later, I woke up still having the cramps. I told Daddy that I was cramping and that it wasn’t too bad. I just wanted to go to sleep! He told me to stay awake and time them, so I did for a few minutes, and then I fell back asleep. I woke up every half hour or so from then on, and at 5am, I began timing them again. I realized that they were coming closer together, so Daddy called his boss to tell them he wasn’t coming to work, and he called Jamie’s school to tell them she’d be absent.
At 7am, we decided to go to the hospital. We all got ready, and headed out the door. Daddy and Jamie got food from McDonald’s on the way, and I got a decaf coffee. I ate a banana because I was hungry, but I knew that it wasn’t a good idea to eat too much! When we got to the hospital, I was 6cm dialated, and they put me in a room. I asked for a room with a birth tub, because I wanted to use it to help with the pain if it got more intense. I didn’t want any pain medicine because I was worried that it might hurt you! The nurses told me I could walk the halls, so Daddy walked with me up and down the hallway. Grammy walked with us a little too! After walking and walking and walking, I got into the birth tub. It felt great to be in the warm water during the contractions. After a while, the nurse checked me and I was 7cm dialated, so I decided to walk the halls some more. We walked a long time, and then we saw Colleen (the midwife/doctor) in the hallway. She asked how I was feeling. I said I was fine, that I wasn’t in much pain at all, and she said to walk back to my room and she would check me.
Colleen said that I was still 7cm dialated, and since I hadn’t progressed anymore, she broke my water. As soon as she did that, I was in extreme pain from contractions. Aunt Caryn, Daddy, Grammy, and Jamie were in the room at that time, and they were doing everything they could to help me get through the contractions. I kept saying, “I don’t think I can do this anymore!” and they kept saying, “Yes you can!!” I got back in the tub for a while. While I was in the tub, Grammy and Aunt Caryn started looking for a blank DVD for the camcorder, and I started to get upset because I didn’t know where they were and I was in so much pain that I didn’t really care!! Grammy insisted that they find the DVD so they kept looking, and they finally found it. Grammy recorded with the camcorder off-and-on throughout the labor, and afterwards I was happy she did it.
I stayed in the birth tub for a little bit, and it felt good at first, but after just a few minutes, it wasn’t helping anymore. They made Jamie and Aunt Caryn leave the room, and then the nurse had me start pushing while I was still in the tub. I pushed through a few contractions in the birth tub, and then she got me onto the bed. She had me push a few more times. Grammy held my left leg, and Daddy held my right leg. I remember moaning a lot and begging for the nurse to let me push! After just a few pushes, the nurse said I was not allowed to push anymore until Colleen got back to the room. It felt like forever, but it was really only a couple minutes before Colleen got there. Once Colleen got to the room, she had me push at each contraction. I remember the nurses and Colleen counting during each push (counting from 1-10) and Daddy would count with them. A few times, the nurse and Randy would both be counting at the same time, but they would be on completely different numbers, and I didn’t know who to listen to! It made me want to laugh in the middle of all of the pain. I remember feeling like this was the worst pain of my life, but at the same time, it wasn’t bad enough that I wanted pain medicine…I was so glad I never took any! At one point during a push, I remember thinking that I could feel my body ripping in half. I found out later that I DID rip, so my feeling was right!
After just a few pushes, Colleen said to stop pushing. Grammy and Daddy looked down and they said they could see your dark hair. They were both starting to cry a little! I pushed again and your shoulders came out. Colleen said to give just a little push, and the next thing I knew, Colleen was laying you on my chest! I looked down at you, and I remember saying “Hi, Kamryn! I’m your mommy!” You were so beautiful! You weren’t cleaned up yet, but I thought you were the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I held you for a few minutes, and then they took you to the warmer to clean you up and check you out.
Colleen told me that I had a “substantial, jagged tear”, and she began putting my stitches in. It took a long time because it was such a big tear, but it didn’t hurt. As soon as I pushed you out, I began shaking really hard. Colleen said it was from the adrenaline that my body had released during the delivery, and I shook like that for about an hour after you were born. After Colleen stitched me up, the nurse handed you to me again, and I got to see you all cleaned up. I held you for a few minutes, and gave you to Daddy. Jamie was the next person to hold you, then Grammy and Papaw, and Aunt Caryn and Uncle Jarret. Later that evening, Uncle Dan, Aunt Kris, Momo and Papa came to visit us.
The doctor checked you out later, and they said that you were perfect! We were both released to go home the following morning, less than 24 hours after you were born. God really blessed us both with a healthy labor and delivery, and a healthy baby!
We came home on Thanksgiving. Grammy and Papaw came over and brought Thanksgiving dinner. We took lots of pictures! The next few days, our house was full of company…people were coming and going constantly! Everyone was so excited to see you. The next few weeks were challenging, because we were getting used to having a baby in the house, and I was getting used to nursing and being up at night. There were a few really rough nights when you were extra fussy, but as time went on, we learned how to calm you down and how to deal with the loss of sleep!
Today is Christmas day, and you are one month old! It’s been an amazing month full of challenges and surprises…but the most important thing I will remember about this past month is how wonderful it’s been to get to know my baby girl! God has truly blessed Daddy and me with such a perfect baby. I never knew my heart could be so full of love. The day you were born, my life changed. No longer am I “Melissa”…now, I am “Kamryn’s mommy!” I wouldn’t trade you for anything…you are such a blessing, and I am so completely in love with you!
Thank you, Kamryn, for coming into my life and changing my world forever. On November 25, 2009, my entire world changed….and I am so thankful to God for giving me the opportunity to love you and take care of you. “Kamryn’s mommy” is the most important role I’ve ever had…I am TRULY blessed!